One of the promises of the Gospel is that we will be conformed to the image of Christ. This is our sanctification and ordinarily looks like our disliking our sin progressively and loving the fact that we are being made holy by the Spirit of Christ. We look progressively like Him. It’s a little more complicated (read: a LOT more complicated) than getting better every day, but that’s sort of a general thrust of the thing.

Last night, I visited a bar and realized I wasn’t very happy while I was there. I was conscious of my inadequacies and my lust. I wanted almost nothing to do with homosexuality, while at the same time wanting everything to do with it. And, as we know, a double-minded man is unstable in all his ways. So there was a lot of tension last night between what I wanted and didn’t want, all at the same time.

Then today, I wrestled hard with my sin all day long. There seemed very little reprieve.  I finally got some serious homework done, but I don’t have a lot to show for it at the moment. All that to say, the day did get better, despite the homework situation, but it was an uphill battle.

And sometimes days are like that.

But I’m really wanting the “not yet” to be “already.” When will my shame be completely and permanently covered with the white robe of Christ’s righteousness? When will my fight against the enemies of sin and death be over? How long, O Lord? The Lord has promised to come…and He will. Though my flesh be destroyed, in the end I will see the living God. But when?

Come, Lord Jesus. Even so, come quickly.